Qonas Kilgor, approached Dawn Dantès with a glass of champagne and smiled slightly.
"You're very lucky today, and you're full of courage."
If it refers to the fact that after accepting a " Bribe," one often folds immediately in the next hand, preferring to lose the blinds, then it's not luck, but knowledge... As for other times, playing a game with you guys has almost used up all the luck that " Winner " Enuni has accumulated over the past few days... Klein gently swirled the glass of pale gold liquor in his hand, sighing and smiling:
"For someone who doesn't care about the outcome, of course they have no fear of how they fight."
"Hehe, praising the goddess!"
He was subtly implying, in Loen- like manner, that he was mainly there to lose money today, and that his good luck was due to divine intervention, not his own.
Qonas didn't lose much tonight, only a couple hundred pounds. Although this was a considerable amount compared to his official salary, for a major general and deputy director of Military Intelligence Section 9, a hidden Demigod, salary was only a negligible part of his income. Therefore, he didn't care and shook his head with a smile:
Humans can never see through the arrangements of Fate.
You're an interesting person, it's nice to meet you.
His last sentence was half praise and half politeness, signaling the end of the conversation.
However, Klein had spent the entire night "performing" in order to get to know this Demigod who had passed through the " Black Emperor " pathway, so how could he give up so easily? He first responded with "It's also a pleasure to meet you," and then casually inquired:
"Your Excellency, do you know anything about the estates on the outskirts of Backlund? Ideally, they would include a hunting grove."
According to the information Klein obtained from Miss " Justice," Major General Qonas Kilgor, the deputy director, dislikes hosting banquets, balls, and salons at his home, whether due to his personality or the special nature of his position, and rarely accepts invitations to such events.
His hobbies are very simple: first, he loves smoking cigars, especially the "Chief Cigars" from the East Baron Mecoente region, which are recognized as the best cigars in the world; second, he likes playing cards, mainly Texas; and third, he enjoys hunting, often going to the outskirts of Backlund, and even places like Akhwashire and East Chestershire, in the autumn and winter.
Klein had originally planned to buy the estate purely to integrate into high society, without considering this aspect Qonas Kilgor today, he added the relevant requirements on the spot, hoping to arouse the other party's interest. Perhaps then, he could invite this deputy director of Military Intelligence Section 9 to go hunting in the countryside, enjoy a pleasant weekend, and look for an opportunity to make his move.
Qonas Kilgor took a sip of champagne, thought for a moment, and said:
"I'll keep an eye out for you. If there's a suitable one, I'll send someone over. Is it Böklund Street? Yes, I'll let you know when we get there."
"Thank you very much," Klein replied sincerely.
At the same time, he felt a pang of pity for Richardson, the former personal valet who had just become the butler's assistant. This ambitious young man had been working long hours lately, gathering information on estates outside Backlund for his employer, identifying which ones met his requirements and which were for sale. He conducted on-site inspections of each estate to ensure that every option submitted was perfect. He didn't want his employer to find a property they liked from the information only to discover that the owner didn't want to sell at all, or that the actual situation was vastly different from the description in the information.
With Klein's last-minute change of requirements, all of Richardson's previous work had to be scrapped and started over.
That wicked client... Hmm, once this is done, I'll get Taneja to give him a £5 raise. A butler's assistant should earn more than he did as a personal valet... £5, gone in one or two bets in today's poker game... Richardson's annual salary is only enough for a few hands of poker... As Klein sighed silently, he suddenly noticed someone looking at him.
He looked back without hesitation and found that it was Amyrius Rieveldt looking at him.
The stern and serious middle-aged man nodded slightly, withdrawing his gaze Dawn Dantès, nor did he call for help to capture the wild Beyonder. After all, this was a partner of the military, and it was not uncommon for a merchant and adventurer with extensive connections in the Southern Continent to obtain Potion by chance.
Just then, Colonel Calvin and Senator Macht, each holding a wine glass, approached Dawn Dantès.
"How could this happen?" Calvin asked in a low voice, sounding quite helpless.
Since Dawn Dantès won nearly 1,000 pounds, he and MP Macht, in order to prevent Amyrius from losing money, had to change their strategy from cautious to reckless, and each lost several hundred pounds, which was quite painful.
In this way, along with the losses of others, Amyrius ultimately won two or three hundred pounds.
Klein shrugged in response:
"I didn't even see my hole cards!"
His implication was that this was purely due to the favor of the gods in the realm of Fate.
To date, the deities, Angel, and " Hidden Existence " with authority in the realm of Fate include, but are not limited to, the " Evernight Goddess," the " The Fool," Will Auceptin the " Mercury Snake," Pallez Zoroast, Amon " Blasphemer," and Ouroboros the " Angel of Fate."
"This is truly a distressing matter," Congressman Macht said with a wry smile and a shake of his head. " Calvin and I have both lost so much that we're afraid to go home."
They lost roughly half of their annual income.
Dawn Dantès graying, looked surprised upon hearing this:
"When did you lose?"
He then pointed to the pile of chips in front of his seat and said:
"I only managed to keep the Original 1,000 pounds; the rest are yours."
Colonel Calvin and Senator Macht paused for a moment, exchanged a glance, and then smiled.
"We were too tense and miscalculated," Calvin nodded approvingly.
Klein chuckled, immediately changed the subject, and began looking for the late-night snacks placed on the coffee table next to him.
City of Silver, inside the Round Tower, one of the Twin Towers.
After being summoned, Derrick Berg met with Colin Iliad of the Council of Six.
"You said you had something to ask me?" Colin, whose face still bore many old scars, looked at the not-so-tall boy opposite him and asked calmly.
Derrick bowed and responded calmly:
"Yes, Your Excellency, my advancement to ' Light Priest ' requires absolute darkness, but entering darkness is extremely dangerous, and I don't know how to solve this problem."
Colin Iliad listened attentively, then nodded and said:
"You need to clarify one thing: is it pure darkness, or darkness without light? These two concepts are very different."
"If it's the latter, you can obtain it from the dungeon at the bottom of the round tower. You've spent some time there, so you should know what I'm talking about."
Derrick harbors a deep fear of the dungeon at the base of the round tower, where he first encountered the " Blasphemer " Amon. There, he not only witnessed the mutation of the former exploration team leader but also suffered Parasitism himself. He is reluctant to recall the memory unless absolutely necessary.
At this moment, reminded by the chief, he slowly began to recall the relevant memories and discovered that at the bottom of the round tower, although each cell was given candles, once they burned out, one could only wait for the guards to bring food and medicine to collect them. This was not frequent, only three times a day, with long intervals in between.
Yet, in such an environment, phenomena such as Monster emerging or humans disappearing into thin air have never occurred.
Derrick recalled that there was a time when he stayed in the darkness without encountering any danger.
He pondered for a moment, then hesitantly spoke:
"Is there an extra force mixed in with the darkness at the base of the round tower?"
Is it this power that resists the tendency of darkness to cause people to disappear and to breed Monster?
Colin Iliad glanced at the two straight swords hanging crossed on the wall, nodded slightly, and sighed:
"Yes, that's why it's called darkness without light, not pure darkness."
Derrick's brow furrowed slightly, as if he were recalling something.
After a few seconds, he said somewhat uncertainly:
"If that's the case, then the darkness outside the base of the round tower isn't pure darkness either. Many historical records state that the Evernight before the Dark Ages didn't simply vanish like people evaporating, nor did it give birth to Monster. The current darkness must have undergone a mutation, or some other force has been mixed in, which is why it has become dangerous."
"Not bad, being able to make that connection shows you've made progress... That's why I asked you, do you need pure darkness, or darkness without light?" Colin's light blue eyes revealed a hint of admiration.
This... could it be that pure darkness only exists outside the " Forsaken Land of the Gods "? Derrick felt a pang of sadness, but then rallied his spirits and said:
"Your Excellency, I'm not entirely sure either; I need some time to determine."
He believed that knowledgeable, experienced, and capable members of the Tarot Club, such as " The Hanged Man " and "The World," could find a good solution.
Colin Iliad didn't ask any further questions, and nodded, saying:
Go ahead.
"Once you reach Sequence 5, even if you don't become Demigod for a long time, you'll still have the opportunity to wield certain Sealed Artifact."
Backlund, Hillston Borough, he changed into a brown jacket and a baseball cap, looking like an ordinary, short man.
She has officially accepted the commission and begun tracking down a man named Ernes Boyar, and several other bounty Hunter are also involved in this mission.
Ernes Boyar adjusted his top hat, pointed forward with his cane, and instructed the coachman:
"To the St. George Borough."
It is located southeast of Backlund, separated from the East Borough by the Tussock River.
Once inside the carriage and settled in, Ernes sniffed, glanced out the window, and suddenly snorted.
As a Sanguine Viscount, how could he possibly fail to detect the lousy bounty Hunter's pursuit?